The Man-Kzin Wars 01

by Larry Niven

  The prisoners' attention went to Hraou-Captain and another-lean and grizzled by comparison–seated at the desk. “Show respect," Markham directed. “You meet Werlith-Commandant.”

  Tregennis bowed, Ryan slopped a soft salute.

  The head honcho spat and rumbled. Markham turned to the men. “Listen," he said. “I have been in... conference, and am instructed to tell you .

  Fido has been found.”

  Tregennis made a tiny noise of pain. Ryan hunched his shoulders and said, “That's what they told you.”

  "it is true," Markham insisted. “The boat went to Prima. The interrogation aboard Rover led to a suspicion that the escapers might try that maneuver. Ya-Nar-Ksshinn–call it Sun Defter, the asteroid tug, was prospecting. The commandant ordered it to Prima, since it could get there very fast. By then Fido was trapped on the surface. Fenger and Yoshii broadcast a call for help, so Sun Defter located them. just lately, Fido has made a new broadcast which the kzinti picked up. You will listen to the recording.”

  Werlith-Commandant condescended to touch a control. From the desk communicator, wavery through a seething of radio interference, Juan Yoshii's voice came forth.

  “ Hello, Bob, Dorcas, Laurinda-Kam, Arthur,... lf, if you hear-hello from Carita and me. We'll set this to repeat on different bands, hoping you'll happen to tune it in somewhere along the line. It's likely goodbye.”

  “No," said Carita's voice, "it's 'good luck.' To you. Godspeed. " “Right," Yoshii agreed. “Before we let you know what the situation is, we want to beg you, don't ever blame yourselves. There was absolutely no way to foresee it. And the universe is full of much worse farms we could have bought.

  “However-" Unemotionally, now and then aided by his companion, he described things as they were. “We'll hang on till the end, of course," he finished. “Soon we'll see what we can rig to keep us alive. After the hull collapses altogether, we'll flit off in search of bare rock to sit on, if any exists. Do not, repeat do not risk yourselves in some crazy rescue attempt. Maybe you could figure out a safe way to do it if you had the time and no kzinti on your necks. Or maybe you could talk them into doing it. But neither one is in the cards, eh? You concentrate on getting the word home.”

  “We mean that," Carita said.

  “Laurinda, I love you," Yoshii said fast. “Farewell, fare always well, darling. What really hurts is knowing you may not make it back. But if you do, you have your life before you. Be happy.”

  “We aren't glum." Carita barked a laugh. “I might wish Juan weren't quite so noble, Laurinda, dear. But it's no big thing either way, is it? Not any more. Good luck to all of you.”

  The recording ended. Tregennis gazed beyond the room–at this new miracle of nature? Ryan stood swallowing tears, his fists knotted.

  “You see what Saxtorph's recklessness has caused," Markham said. “No!” Ryan shouted. “The kzinti could lift them off! But they-tell his Excellency yonder they're afraid to!”

  “I will not. You must be out of your mind. Besides, Sun Defier cannot land on a planet, and carries no auxiliary.”

  “A shuttle-No. But a boat from the warship.”

  “Why? What have Yoshii and Fenger done to merit saving, at hazard to the kzinti for whom they only want to make trouble? Let them be an object lesson, gentlemen. if you have any care whatsoever for the rest of your party, help us retrieve them before it is too late.”

  “I don't know where they are. Not on P-prima, for sure.

  “They must be found.”

  “Well, send that damned tug.”

  Markham shook his head. “It has better uses. It was about ready to return anyway. It will take Secunda orbit and wait for an asteroid that is due in shortly." He spoke like a man using irrelevancies to stave off the moment when he must utter his real meaning.

  “okay, the warship.”

  “It too has other duties. I've told them about Saxtorph's babbhng of kamikaze tactics. Hraou-Captain must keep his vessel prepared to blow that boat out of the sky if it comes near-until Saxtorph's gang is under arrest, or dead. He will detach his auxiliaries to search.”

  “Let him," Ryan jeered. “Bob's got this whole system to skulk around in.”

  “Tertia is the first place to try.”

  “Go ahead. That old fox is good at finding burrows.

  Werlith-Commandant growled. Markham grew paler yet, bowed, turned on Ryan and said in a rush: “Don't waste more time. The master wants to resolve this business as soon as possible. He wants Saxtorph and company preferably alive, dead will do, but disposed of, so we can get on with the business of explaining away at Wunderland what happened to Rover. You will cooperate.”

  Sweat studded Ryan's face. “I will?”

  “Yes. You shall accompany the search party. Broadcast your message in Hawaiian. Persuade them to give themselves up.”

  Ryan relieved himself of several obscenities.

  “Be reasonable, Markham almost pleaded. “Think what has happened with Fido. The rest can only die in worse ways, unless you bring them to their senses.”

  Ryan shifted his feet wide apart, thrust his head forward, and spat, “No surrender.”

  Markham took a backward step. “What?”

  “Your mother's motto, ratcat-lover. Have you forgotten? How proud of you she's going to be when she hears. “

  Markham closed his eyes. His lips moved. He looked forth again and said in a string of whiperacks: “You will obey. Werlith-Commandant orders it. Look yonder. Do you see what is in the comer? He expected stubbornness.”

  Ryan and Tregennis peered. They recognized fiume and straps, pincers and electrodes; certain items were less identifiable. The telepath slumped at the feet of the torturer.

  “Hastily improvised," Markham said, "but the database has a full account of human physiology, and I made some suggestions as well. The subject will not die under interrogation as often happened in the past.” Ryan's chest heaved. “If that thing can read my mind, he knows-" Markham sighed. “We had better get to work." He glanced at the kzin officers. They both made a gesture. The guard sprang to seize Ryan from behind. The Hawaiian yelled and struggled, but that grip was unbreakable by a human.

  The torturer advanced. He laid hands on Tregennis.

  “Watch, Ryan," Markham said raggedly. “Let us know when you have had enough.”

  The torturer half dragged, half marched Tregennis across the room, held him against the wall, and, claws out on the free hand, ripped the clothes from his scrawniness.

  “That's your idea, Markham!" Ryan bellowed. “You unspeakable, Hold fast, Kamehameha," Tregennis called in his thin voice. “Don't yield.”

  “Art, oh, Art-”

  The kzin secured the man to the frame. He picked up the electrodes and applied them. Tregennis screamed. Yet he modulated it: “Pain has a saturation point, Kamehameha. Hold fast!”

  The business proceeded.

  “You win, you Judas, okay, you win," Ryan wept.

  Tregennis could no longer make words, merely noises.

  Markham inquired of the officers before he told Ryan, “This will continue a few minutes more, to drive the lesson home. Given proper care and precautions, he should still be alive to accompany the search party." Markham breathed hard. “To make sure of your cooperation, do you hear? This is your fault!" he shrieked.

  “No," Saxtorph had said. “I think we'd better stay put for the time being." Dorcas had looked at him across the shoulder of Laurinda, whom she held close, Laurinda who had just heard her man say farewell. The cramped command section was full of the girl's struggles not to cry. “If they thought to check Prima immediately, they will be at Tertia before long," the captain's wife had stated.

  Saxtorph had nodded. “Yah, sure. But they'll have a lot more trouble finding us where we are than if we were in space, even free-falling with a cold generator. We could only boost a short ways, you see, else they'd acquire our drive-spoor if they've gotten anywhere near. They'd have a fairly small volume for their radars t
o sweep."

  “But to sit passive! What use?”

  “I didn't mean that. Thought you knew me better. Got an idea I suspect you can improve on.”

  Laurinda had lifted her head and sobbed, “Couldn't we... m-make terms? If we surrender to them... they rescue Juan and, and Carita?”

  “Afraid not, honey," Saxtorph had rumbled. Anguish plowed furrows down his face. “Once we call‘em, they'll have a fix on us, and what's left to dicker with? Either we give in real nice or they lob a shell. They'd doubtless like to have us for purposes of faking a story, but we aren't essential-they hold three as is-and they've written Fido's people off. I'm sorry.

  Laurinda had freed herself from the mate's embrace, stood straight, swallowed hard. “You must be right," she had said in a voice taking on an edge.

  “What can we do? Thank you, Dorcas, dear, but “, I'm ready now... for whatever you need."

  “Good lass." The older woman had squeezed her hand before asking the captain: “If we don't want to be found, shouldn't we fetch back the relay from above?”

  Saxtorph had considered. The same sensitivity which had received, reconstructed, and given to the boat a radio whisper from across more than two hundred million kilometers, could betray his folk. After a moment: “No, leave it. A small object, after all, which we've camouflaged pretty well, and its emission blends into the sun's radio background. If the kzinti get close enough to detect it, they'll be onto us anyway.

  “You don't imagine we can hide here forever.”

  “Certainly not. They can locate us in two, three weeks at most if they work hard. However, meanwhile they won't know for sure we are on Tertia. They'll spread themselves thin looking elsewhere, too, or they'll worry. Never give the enemy a free ride.”

  “But you say you have something better in mind than simply distracting them for a while.”

  “Well, I have a sort of a notion. It's loony as it stands, but maybe you can help me refine it. At best, we'll probably get ourselves killed, but plain to see, Markham's effort to cut a deal has not worked out, and-we can hope for some revenge."

  Laurinda's albino eyes had flared.

  -”Aloha, hoapilina.-”

  Crouched over the communicator, Saxtorph heard the Hawaiian through. English followed, the dragging tone of a broken man: “Well, that was to show you this is honest, Bob, if you're listening. The kzinti don't have a telepath along, because they know they don't need the poor creature. They do require me to go on in a language their translator can handle. Anyway, I don't suppose you remember much Polynesian. “We're orbiting Tertia in a boat from the Prowling Hunter warship. 'We' are her crew, plus a couple of marines, plus Arthur Tregennis and myself. Markham stayed on Secunda. He's a kzin agent. Maybe you've gotten the message from Fido. I'm afraid the game's played out, Bob. I tried to resist, but they tortured not me-poor Art. I soon couldn't take it. He's alive, sort of. They give you three hours to call them. That's in case you've scrammed to the far ends of the system and may not be tuned in right now. You'll've noticed this is a powerful planar 'cast. They think they're being generous. If they haven't heard in three hours, they'll torture Art some more. Please don't let that happen!" Ryan howled through the wail that Laurinda tried to stifle. “Please call back!” Saxtorph waited a while, but there was nothing further, only the hiss of the red sun. He took his finger from the transmission key, which he had not pressed, and twisted about to look at his companions. Light streaming wanly through the westside port found Dorcas' features frozen. Laurinda~s writhed; her mouth was stretched out of shape.

  “So," he said. “Three hours. Dark by then, as it happens. " “They hurt him," Laurinda gasped. “That good old man, they took him and hurt him.”

  Dorcas peeled lips back from teeth. “Shrewd," she said. “Markham in kzin pay? I'm not totally surprised. I don't know how it was arranged, but I'm not too surprised. He suggested this, I think. The kzinti probably don't understand us that well.”

  “We can't let them go on... with the professor," Laurinda shrilled. “We can't, no matter what.”

  “He's been like a second father to you, hasn't he?" Dorcas asked almost absently. Unspoken: But your young man is down on Prima, and the enemy will let him die there.

  “No argument," Saxtorph said. “We won't. We've got a few choices, though. Kzinti aren't sadistic. Merciless, but not sadistic the way too many humans are. They don't torture for fun, or even spite. They won't if we surrender. Or if we die. No point in it then.”

  Dorcas grinned in a rather horrible fashion. “The chances are we'll die if we do surrender, she responded. “Not immediately, I suppose, Not till they need our corpses, or till they see no reason to keep us alive. Again, quite impersonal.”

  “I don't feel impersonal," Saxtorph grunted.

  Laurinda lifted her hands - The fingers were crooked like talons. “We made other preparations against them. Let's do what we planned.”

  Dorcas nodded. “Aye.”

  “That makes it unanimous," Saxtorph said. “Go for broke. Now, look at the sun. Within three hours, nightfall. The kzinti could land in the dark, but if I were their captain I'd wait for morning. He won't be in such a hurry he'll care to take the extra risk. Meanwhile we sit cooped for 20-odd hours losing our nerve. Let's not. Let's begin right away.”

  Willingness blazed from the women.

  Saxtorph hauled his bulk from the chair. “Okay, we are on a war footing and I am in command," he said. “First Dorcas and I suit up." “Are you sure I can't join you?" Laurinda well nigh beseeched. Saxtorph shook his head. “Sorry. You aren't trained for that kind of thing. And the gravity weighs you down still worse than it does Dorcas, even if she is a Better. Besides, we want you to free us from having to think about communications. You stay inboard and handle the hardest part." He chucked her under the chin. “If we fail, which we well may, you'll get your chance to die like a soldier." He stooped, kissed her hand, and went out.

  Returning equipped, he said into the transmitter: “Shep here. Spaceboat Shep calling kzin vessel. Hello, Kam. Don't blame yourself. They've got us. We'll leave this message replaying in case you're on the far side, and so you can zero in on us. Because you will have to, Listen, Kam. Tell that gonococcus of a captain that we can't lift. We came down on talus that slid beneath us and damaged a landing jack. We'd hit the side of the canyon where we are-it's narrow-if we tried to take off before the hydraulics have been repaired; and Dorcas and I can't finish that job for another several Earth-days, the two of us with what tools we've got aboard. The ground immediately downslope of us is safe. Or, if your captain is worried about his fat ass, he can wait till we're ready to come meet him. Please inform us. Give Art our love; and take it yourself, Kam.”

  The kzin skipper would want a direct machine translation of those words. They were calculated not to lash him into fury-he couldn't be such a fool but to pique his honor. Moreover, the top brass back on Secunda must be almighty impatient. Kzinti weren't much good at biding their time. Before they closed their faceplates at the airlock, Saxtorph kissed his wife on the lips.

  -Shadows welled in the coulee and its ravines as the sun sank toward rim rock. Interplay of light and dark was shifty behind the boat, where rubble now decked the floor. The humans had arranged that by radio detonation of two of the blasting sticks Dorcas smuggled along. It looked like more debris than it was, made the story of the accident plausible, and guaranteed that the kzinti would land in the short stretch between Shep and glacier. Man and woman regarded each other. Their spacesuits were behung with armament. She had the rifle and snub-nosed automatic, he the machine pistol; both carried potentially lethal prospector's gear. Wind skirled. The heights glowed under a sky deepening from- royal purple to black, where early stars quivered forth.

  “Well," he said inanely into his throat mike, " we know our stations. Good hunting, kid.”

  “And to you, hotpants," she answered. “See you on the far side of the monobloc.”

  “Love you.”


  “Love you right back." She whirled and hastened off. Under the conditions expected, drive units would have been a bad mistake, and she was hampered by a weight she was never bred to. Nonetheless she moved with a hint of her wonted gracefulness. Both their suits were first-chop, never mind what the cost had added to the mortgage under which Saxtorph Ventures labored. Full air and water recycle, telescopic option, power joints even in the gloves, selfseal throughout.... She rated no less, he believed, and she'd tossed the same remark at him. Thus they had a broad range of capabilities. He climbed to his chosen niche, on the side of the canyon opposite hers, and settled in. It was up a boulderfields gulch, plenty of cover, with a clear view downward. The ice cliff glimmered. He hoped that what was going to happen wouldn't cause damage yonder. That would be a scientific atrocity.

  But those beings had had their day. This was humankind's, unless it turned out to be kzinkind's. Or somebody else's? Who knew how many creatures of what sorts were prowling around the galaxy? Saxtorph hunkered into a different position. He missed his pipe. His heart slugged harder than it ought and he could smell himself in spite of the purifier. Better do a bit of meditation. Nervousness would worsen his chances.

  His watch told him an hour had passed when the kzin boat arrived. The boat! Good. They might have kept her safe aloft and dispatched a squad on drive. But that would have been slow and tricky; as they descended, the members could have been picked Off, assuming the humans had firearms-which a kzin would assume; they'd have had no backup. The sun had trudged farther down, but Shep's nose still sheened above the blue dusk in the canyon, and the oncoming craft flared metallic red. He knew her type from his war years. Kam, stout kanaka, had passed on more information than the kzinti probably realized. A boat belonging to a Prowling Hunter normally carried six–captain, pilot, engineer, computerman, two fire-control officers; they shared various other duties, and could swap the main ones in an emergency. They weren't trained for groundside combat, but of course any kzin was pretty fair at that. Kam had mentioned two marines who did have the training. Then there were the humans. No wonder the complement did not include a telepath. He'd have been considered superfluous anyway, worth much more at the base. This mission was simply to collar three fugitives.